FAWM - Day 17.

Oh my god.

I am drained at the end of another workweek. My co-workers were FLIPPING OUT today over missed deadlines, botched instructions, etc., and I was right as rain when I walked in, but absorbed all their poisonous energy to the point where I sat in my chair clicking a mouse for four hours straight and now am a slave to run on sentences...

Work *sucked* today.

But, now I'm free. I spent a few hours hanging out in the FAWM chatroom, listening to Charlie's show. Is it sad that I feel good doing all that virtual hanging?

Class tomorrow. I haven't done the 500 word writing yet, but I've done all the reading. I need to make some music. Three songs tomorrow? I can try for that. There are a couple of potential collabs on the horizon, I'm sure I can do them up quickly, if I put my mind to it.

I'm just always feeling like I'm needing sleep.

I'm going to mix my 50-track-neil-gaiman inspired song tomorrow. And do two more. Which ones?

Please, julia, make them simple. Don't get all crazy with the trackage, just do the do. You still have nine songs to do....

(that was me talking to myself. Imploring, begging myself.)

What else?

Nothing?

Okay. G'night.

j.

FAWM - Day 16.

It's 1:30pm.

I'm at work, working, feeling like I want to rip something up.

Another low-key evening last night, not working on music.

I feel the pressure building up again for Wednesday, two stories from classmembers to critique, a reading, and a 500 word writing. Plus, I feel the need to start my Booth story for the second week of March, already. I want it to be FRIGGIN' FABULOUS. That's what I want. Which means at least a week of constant edits. And probably a lifetime of constant edits after that.

I will not let myself get away from music tonight. I need to post songs, SONGS, and so the neil gaiman inspired one will have to be mixed and posted tonight. I probably need to do something simple and acoustic right away, just to right my brain again after all that electronic stuff. I'd also like to revise that other song, maybe re-sing the vocal. I didn't really do it justice.

And then, there's EIGHT more.

So...much...to....do....

I'm bringing my expectations WAY down at this point. I just have to shut the murky feeling monster up and produce, produce, produce.

If you have any ideas for a brilliant piece of fiction I can write, please let me know.

j.